Clouded sky
Run through a valley night
Twilight
So dark it shone
Contrasting
And standing on high
Alone with the sounds
Far and near
Wind beating wind
Unseen king of an ear
Though unrepeating
Like those rhymes
Vulgar in plan
Now sitting, standing
Drifting away
False elan
Simple thoughts
Of those shadows
Light and glass
Spilled in the hollow below
Shimmering
Sparkling
Like loved eyes
Somewhere
Lost among them
In some dream
Yesterday
There they were
And above spying
We were here
Silent
With the sounds of nature
A complement of will
Adrift without a tiller

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Even the sky
Now trumping the moon
Even the oak
Or now hoary beech
By the wind bent
But straightened
Though we
Like iron in the hills
Rose to the surface hard
Chilled and damped
Run red down the boulder face
Till washed away
Spent

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Life happened, and yet is
For there they were and are
And we here
High over
Mistook words for action
Dreams for doing
Feelings for feeling